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I'm bored.  I mean, I'm always bored but right now I'm like, really bored. Like I sort of want to die bored. I don't really feel like picking up the uke or sitting by the keyboard, so I'm just lying here, head back, looking at the grey cieling.

I'm so average it digs into me. There's nothing wrong which is my problem. It couldn't matter less what my grades are like, who my friends are or even who likes me because there's only one thing I've learned from school and that's that history repeats itself. Constantly.  Like every day for me. I don't look forward to anything anymore.

I sat up, checking the clock. 6:48 PM it read. I lazily glanced around the room. I could be one of those interesting people who actually do things with their time but I have so much of it that if I do start doing something different it gets bland and becomes straight-backed routine.

I stood up. My room was always cold. So were my fingers. It was to the point where I wrapped up in blankets every time I sat down because I would lose a significant amount of body heat if I stopped moving. It's not cold to anyone else, however. This I've noticed.

I yawned and tucked my hands into my pockets in a feeble effort to warm them. I walked out the door and into the upstairs hallway, peeping into each of my brother's rooms before going down stairs. Maybe my parents were doing something?

After a few seconds of inspection from the bottom of the stairs I realized that my entire family is as boring as I am.

Great.

As an out of the blue decision I decided to take a walk. How exciting. It was currently late November in Columbus and if you've ever stayed in Ohio you would know that you can experience four seasons in a week. Currently there was snow outside but it was raining and only about 50 degrees out so I grabbed a hefty jacket, my phone, my earbuds and whatever motivation I had left and opened the door.

Oh

I was nose to eyeball with a very curly dark haired dude that looked about my age. I blinked and he stepped backwards. I blinked again.

Let me just take a second to asses him.

He's got these dark dark dark almost coffee looking eyes- mocha- and they're hooded. He has this deer-like innocence look about him. He could probably be mean looking if he wanted to, I mean, look at that jaw, but he also looks like such a happy soul??  He's wearing this god-awful red plaid jacket and jeans. He looks like a short lumberjack.

Alright I'm sorry but anyone who wears red plaid and jeans is a lumberjack, it's just an unwritten rule of society that everyone has accepted by now. Except maybe not him. I mean, no lumberjack shame. Lumberjacks are hot.

what

"Salutations," he quickly stuttered out, jutting out a hand that made me jump. I frowned. Crackers?

I mean

They're nice I guess? I like them with soup? Do lumberjacks eat a lot of soup? Does he know I think he's a lumberjack? I looked around hesitantly. Be nice, Tyler, this is the most exciting thing that has happened in months.

"I, um, yeah, they're good," I nodded, veering my gaze from his eyes and focusing on taking his hand and giving it a hearty shake. His hands are warm but calloused. He's definitely a lumberjack.

(hello!! okay, this is chapter one, I don't really know where I'm going with this but I've got an idea!! lemme know what you think??)